Be My Valentine II: Cranberry Lips

Sweet soul, your body a sugar lump of spice
Sex games and emotions on rolled dice
I have hors d'oeuvres reserved, champagne in ice
We’re feeling nice for each other to entice
I plant the first kiss to your lips, cranberry
I’m humbled to smash the chocolate covered cherry
Titties and nipples, I suck as Hershey drops
Hands all over you, removing bra top



Caress wetness through panties, satin lace
Gently, you sit your apple bottom on my face
I taste, lick all over it, a trace
I enjoy taking time at a steady pace
Smell like roses, the scent fills my nose
Happy, you belong to me in this way to expose

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM… BE MY VALENTINE

Horny for you, it’s a heartthrob

Foreplay, you smear red lipstick gloss on my love knob

I want goodies, that’s the color pink

I’m deep inside your pleasant au naturel stink

I have a thing for a woman with pretty feet

Lower legs enough for polished toes and mouth to meet

I do a Cupid shuffle, between thighs, contracting muscles

We stain and soak the sheets, like blood puddles

Our passion bleeds in a romantic massacre 

Aim to please from almost every naughty genre

You’re going to be my personal freak, candy thot

Whenever I feel it, I hit on the spot

Got me all bothered and so hot

This blue and violet ink pen is pointy for your dot

We can chillax, get some pillow talk

Next round, I climb that ass, like Jack and the Bean Stalk 

Pleasure I give, will be spectacular 

14th of February, holiday secular

© 2014, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.

I'm the Problem

I’m somebody for somebody to show off and show out
but, I won’t be the one with lips to pout
Against me, it’s always a personal vendetta
It’s Scarface, starring Al Taylor as Tony Montana
My whole life, others are quick to judge
See why I don’t forgive more than I hold grudge
Have to be fearless for my soul not to budge
from any verbal to physical threatening nudge
This is me in the flesh, I’m someone’s son
The war may be lost, battles I’ve won
Focus on me and do my thing like a don
I like to run own things, pass the baton
What is the meaning now to be nice
Kindness taken for weakness, comes at a price
Have to examine who are real friends of mine
Can’t ignore the signs, read between lines
I’ve seen the most of worse in extremities 
Think I made a difference in lives for good… enemies
Keep telling them, you don’t bully me
Show how wrath of a short man can fully be
It’s said, drama is something I create or invite
I will no longer welcome it to excite
It can appear as a disguise in my life, like a mite
Eat the dust, as tried to make me bite
Some didn’t wanna act right, when I was in their presence
Now, they do and still shady in my absence  
Mistreated in idea of negligence
I’m straightforward for whole independence
Glad to recognize reality as a loner
Reinventing the wheel, myself, a skin toner
Better off, exactly where I’m at
If I can call it home, lay down hat  

© 2014, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.